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He just wanna some kush And with some hoes at the mall For that shit, he it all Baby face and all, my lil' gotta ball, lil' nigga gotta ball Run up on you where money at Fuck nigga that in that double cup Lil nigga up Pop a pill And he feel nigga You do it in the song, he do it for nigga And all his OGs is dead or in prison Scared to talk to him like, it they won't listen Unnecessary shit, that he has to A pair of True Religions dog, my lil' blast you Listenin' to 2 Chainz, ain't thinkin' bout I wonder if he knew that 2 went to college I wonder if he that, would that change his mind? Guess somethin' we'll find in due time